The first I can remember anyone talking about this wall is when I read some Plato. He wrote about a cave in which there was a light that threw shadows on the walls. These were the shadows of the ideals of the things we see here in this realm. It seemed to me to be his description of the fact

There were three venues for this word when I was a boy: is it art or science, art for art’s sake and Art Carney, Jackie Gleason’s upstairs neighbor in the Honeymooners. The word has, in my later life, been given another place: people will come up to my stuff when I have it displayed and call it art. I don’t